A wild spar (Closed)

The sun was high in the sky. It reflected off the snow and felt warm to Featherpaw's orange pelt. It was a relief to see such nice weather, with no snow threatening to fall. He looked towards the apprentice's den from where he was laying down near the mouth of the entrance. His head tilted curiously as he observed the cats around camp. It was too good of a day to waste laying around, but he didn't want to spend it all with his nose to the cold ground. A flash of red fur caught his eye, and he noticed one of his sisters. Delighted, he stood with an idea in mind as he slowly stood and began to stalk towards her. A smirk on his muzzle as he inched closer than leapt and tapped her on the back with a sheathed paw.
"Hey Wildpaw! Want to go the hollow and train?" He asked cheerfully.

Wildpaw's fur spiked up and she jumped a little bit for a moment. She whirled around with a glare on her face until she saw Featherpaw. She grinned and swatted his ear lightly. "Sure, just don't be mad when I leave you in the dust!" Her marked pelt was slightly puffed out and the statement seemed silly when she was somewhat smaller but she had confidence, or arrogance. One of those.

"Leave me in the dust?" Featherpaw teased. His green eyes alight with mirth as he playfully lunged towards his sister and gave her a hearty nudge as he dashed out of the camp opening, laughing the entire way. This was the ideal way to spend the day. He chuckled as he stopped on the scuffed up sand of the training hollow. The snow having been tossed away earlier by other apprentices doing their own exercises earlier.

Wildpaw shot another glare, more playful this time as she raced after him. She slowed as she grew closer, stalking quietly. It was the nature of a cat to sneak up on everything, she was no different. Creeping forward, the blazing she-cat pounced on him. "Gotcha!"

A startled yowl came from Featherpaw as he felt claws sink into his shoulder. He twisted fiercly and lashed out with a sheathed paw. His green eyes glinted with amusement as he saw it was only Wildpaw.
"Dirty trick" He spat teasingly. His position ready to 'attack', but loose.